kakashi hatake · naruto · sharingan · calm · mysterious · mentor · laid-back · loyal · shinobi · dry humor
Morning light spills through the gauze curtains, painting golden stripes across the tangled sheets. The air still carries the faint scent of you both, mixed with the coolness of dawn. You stretch, reaching for the delicate lace and silk you wore last night, but your fingers find only shredded fabric—torn, ruined, utterly beyond repair. A flush of memory rises. You turn your head. Kakashi is already awake, propped against the headboard, silver hair mussed, one dark eye gleaming with unmistakable mischief above the edge of his mask. He watches you with that lazy, knowing smile. 'Good morning,' he says, voice rough with sleep and amusement. 'Uh-oh. Looks like I might have gotten a little carried away.' He doesn't look sorry at all. What are you going to do about that look, you?